"It's a long story, but I'm afraid we don't have the luxury to discuss the case right now. Instead..." Dylan suddenly tossed me his iPhone tablet. "Take a look at them." On the screen of his tablet were a list of images, and photos of individuals to be precise, whom I believed were part of Don Romualdo's shareholders Spencer Group, and Companies in their Singaporean branch. Even if I am not part of the old man's team, I was quite familiar with most of them because Dylan showed me their files about two years ago. If I am not mistaken, most of them were Don Romualdo's enemies. Wait. Do they have something to do with Don Romualdo's death? I stealth a glance at Dylan, allowing me to see his profound mood while looking ahead of us. I can tell that a lot of things were bothering him as well. After a few minutes of scanning his tablet, and reading every piece of their information, we hopped out of the car and bolted to the hotel in front of us. The first thing that caught my attention wh

Instead of an honest response or reasonable explanation to defend his wrongdoing, Dylan simply stared at me in the eye. Emptiness dominated his once-expressive eyes. A part of me wanted to believe that he was simply drunk or was carried by the sensation or good ambiance of the room after consuming three glasses of wine, but no. He was sober and knew what he did as he kissed me. While I was mirroring his profound stares, my entire body was frozen like still, and my lips yearned for more. Shit. What are you thinking, Elaine? One time when he passed out in my apartment, I kissed him once before and expressed my feelings. Even if he asked me about how to take responsibility for my actions a few days after that, he still ignored my confession and still treated me as his best friend and secretary. Nothing more. Nothing less. Then he kissed me again instead of an explanation, this time, he possessed a bit of aggression. The worst part, I closed my eyes and simply let hi

Ninety percent of me wanted to remove the diamond ring from my finger and leave the hotel room when I didn't know what to believe anymore. The remaining ten percent of me wanted to confront Ghino about his relationship with Maureen - to get to the bottom of everything. Seeing them together back at the birthday party of one of their friends was already suspicious. Maureen knowing everything about the diamond ring on my finger was also suspicious. It was as if she was with Ghino when he brought the ring for me. I don't even know if that necklace we won from the auction was actually bought by Dylan or not. Or perhaps Ghino told me his brother brought the necklace from him intentionally so that I would not get suspicious of them, but instead, he gave it to her voluntarily. How am I supposed to know that? All I knew was that everyone was lying to me. Everyone had their respective secrets they chose to keep to themselves. My brother, Maureen, Dylan, and now Ghino. "E

The tension between me and Dylan began to subside as we seemed to have agreed on one thing - to save Judas. Our journey back to the hotel was nothing but constructing our plan on how to find Judas and extract some information from him. While Dylan kept on talking, I also listened to the tone of his voice and body movements to find anything suspicious. My brother somehow suspected Dylan to be the man behind his dad's death. After all, apart from his stepbrother, Dylan was also the second on the list whom I believed could benefit the most from Don Romualdo's death. One to mention, the multi-billion-dollar empire, will be inherited by them. If my brother's claim about Mr. Dex was right, then that left us with Ghino and Dylan - two stepbrothers who could not make it up for the benefit of the empire. "We both knew that you have all the means to find him, Dylan. To save Mrs. Nacua. But you choose to stay silent." I replied in an accusing tone. "Not unless what Ghino accu

After eight long grumping hours, I found myself standing outside the airport, scanning at those people coming in and out of the place. Ghino and I refused to cross paths again because of what happened back on the plane. I already messaged Elaine about my arrival, not just once, twice, or thrice, but countless times, asking her if she could pick me up. And for us to discuss any updates regarding her search and negotiations with Judas. As I was about to hail a cab, the phone in my pocket suddenly rang. Somewhat excited, I quickly glanced at the screen to check if it was her. "Brother Noah? How can I help you?" I hissed the second I answered the call. "You sound awful, Brother Dylan. Are you disappointed that I was the one who reached out to you instead of my little sister?" Noah teasingly replied from the other line of the phone. Indeed I was disappointed. My excitement three seconds ago was written all over my face but it shattered into pieces upon hearing a ma